Atmosphere is not the ringer here.  It’s the massive slabs of fresh fish packed neatly inside rolls (inside out please) and the chunks of gorgeous sushi. I used to rock the west Houston Street locale but sadly it looks to a be a goner.  They had a great maître d’ called Sonny. Carmine Street has a nice garden (spring around the corner ladies + gents) and if you’re inclined, head uptown to West 49th to indulge.  Lunch specials are always a bonus.  Half the price and the same amount of sushi.  Man, the Japanese do it so right.